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68. The Most Dangerous Place
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The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 71. The End Of Me
~ ALINA’S POV~ The realization sent ice flooding through my veins. I had walked right into his trap. “W-what are you talking about?” I stammered, desperation clawing at my voice as I tried to feign innocence. “Oh just drop the tacky act already,” he sighed, rubbing his temple like I was some tedious puzzle. “Act? I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Vince,” I stammered, my fingers searching for the hem of my hoodie. Then, in a flash, his hand shot out, gripping my hoodie before I could pull it down. “I’m not done,” he purred, his smirk widening. His mouth descended toward my breast— No. NO. I twisted, thrashing beneath him, but his grip was iron. “I thought you were brave,” he taunted, his breath hot against my skin. “Didn’t know you were so weak.” My heart was a wild, thrashing thing in my chest, threatening to crack my ribs open. Every breath was fire, every swallow a struggle against the bile rising in my throat. Vince’s fingers traced slow,
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 70. Playing A Dangerous Game
~ALINA’S POV~ Vince walked closer, each step deliberate, his shadow stretching over me like a predator cornering its prey. His eyes, dark and calculating, raked over my body, and I forced myself to hold that damn smile, even as my skin prickled with dread. My breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, sweat slicking my palms, but I couldn’t let him see, not yet. God, please let him believe me. He dropped his keys on the bedside table with a sharp clink, the sound making me flinch. His gaze swept the room, slow and methodical, as if searching for something out of place. My pulse hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Breathe. Just breathe. “I asked you a question, Alina,” Vince said, sitting at the edge of the bed, his voice dangerously calm. “Why are you here?” I swallowed, forcing a laugh that sounded too high, too fake. “Um, Vince, I was just… really bored. You’re never around, and I—” I bit my lip, tilting my head, letting my hair fall over my shoulder
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 69. Death Room
~ALINA’S POV~The room looked like something straight out of a spy movie—the kind where the villain has a secret vault filled with polished guns, bulletproof vests, maps of the world with red dots on enemy cities, and weapons you only see in John Wick or James Bond films.Oh my gracious Lord.What in the actual James Bond is this?I stood frozen at the edge of the room, blinking in pure disbelief, waiting for the image to dissolve like a hallucination.My chest was tight, my breath shallow.Nope, this isn’t real.I slapped my face once.Then twice.Then a third time, hard.“Get a grip, Alina,” I muttered.But the truth stood firm in front of me—silent, sterile, and terrifying.I hadn’t expected to find anything when I went snooping. I’d been bored, maybe a little too curious for my own good.But this? This room?This was something you got killed for discovering.I stepped cautiously onto the glossy white floor, instantly aware of how unnaturally smooth it was. I pressed my foot down c
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 68. The Most Dangerous Place
~ALINA’S POV~ It had been seven days since I stepped foot in this house. Seven long, soul-numbing, mind-tangling days. Days of doing absolutely nothing but waiting. Waiting for Vince to come home, waiting for the universe to show me a sign, waiting for someone—anyone—to tell me something about my father, about Valentino, about the truth. But nothing. Just silence, coffee, and the sound of Vince’s keys jingling every evening around 8:40 PM when he returned from the café. Every time I asked if I could step out, breathe some fresh air, or at least buy a croissant like a normal human being, he’d shoot me a soft smile and say, “Don’t stress, Alina, I’m already on it. If you go out, you could cast your location. You’ll lead him here, and I don’t want to be thrust back into that dark world.” I used to argue, saying no, I have to find the truth myself. But now? I just nodded, smiled, and waited, hoping one day he would bring me the information I want about my parents’ death
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 67. Imposter
~VALENTINO’S POV~I stepped forward slowly, the gentle evening breeze tugging at the collar of my coat, but I barely felt it.My eyes were fixed on Rocco, on the guilt written all over his face.I tucked both hands into my side pockets, not to look casual but to stop them from trembling.I stopped a few feet away from him and let the silence settle between us, thick and charged.Then I spoke, “Thank you,” I said, holding his gaze.“For leading me here… for leading me to my wife.”“She’s not here,” he said immediately, holding up his hands. “And I’m sorry, I should have told you.”“You don’t have to be sorry,” I replied, tone tightening.“I know she made you promise not to tell me, i get it. But I also know Giulia doesn’t go anywhere without her, so where’s she?”Rocco hesitated. “She’s not here, boss. I swear.”“Rocco offered to let her stay here with us,” Giulia said, stepping in. “But she refused, she didn’t want to come. She said she had her own plans, something she needs to do alo
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 66. The Race
~VALENTINO’S POV~ We’d been trailing Rocco’s SUV for almost fifteen minutes now, weaving in and out of traffic like ghosts in a chase no one else could see. The sky above was dim, smeared with hints of dusky clouds as the city buzzed beneath it. My jaw clenched tighter every time his car turned. Where the hell was he going? Then I saw it. The towering iron gates of the University of Toronto, it stretched massively across the entryway, flanked by brick walls and two security guards in navy-blue jackets who stood like sentinels. The wide path beyond led into a tree-lined courtyard surrounded by tall academic buildings. Students were scattered across the space, some on benches, some with backpacks slung over their shoulders, others glued to their phones. “See?” Dante said beside me, eyes squinting. “He’s probably here to see his sister Joana. Told you he wouldn’t betray us.” “For the last time,” I muttered through gritted teeth, “keep your freaking mouth shut.” As
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